the_ Perspectives_of_Soul The darkness falls, with the twisted souls that cry out from within the trees, screaming unknowingly. Their arms curling back from the light over the years has left them blind and without leaves to reflect it. Their screams are the only company they have, yet we walk silent, the muffles steps in the dust being blown away by the forces we feel around us. The ultimate goal shall not be shining so we cannot look for that.We must venture to the depths till we find a place depraved of life's light.The Forest of the Damned is inviting us with whispers, empty promises of empty things.We decide to block our ears and be together, without the need to be reminded by the opposite pain it hisses.One needs not hear again that which we hope for so dearly, it is hopes being destroyed that brought us here in the first place.It is the fear of repetition that makes us deaf. 020821 ... . . 101111 what's it to you? who go blather from